Friday, April 10, 2015

A WAY IN

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"Today," says Mr. or Ms. NaPoWriMo, "today I challenge you to write an abecedarian poem – a poem with a structure derived from the alphabet."Well, okay, I will, but first I have to acknowledge that I did not post a poem yesterday. Yesterday we drove from Vancouver to Castlegar and it was more important to revel in the beinghomeness of things than to figure out who to make a visual poem. The drive was beautiful, by the way. A crazy lack of snow on the high passes. Okay, Abecedarian poem, here I come.A way in. Because you can, even though it'scrazy, this divisive what-is/what-isn't thatepitomizes poetry these days.Frankly, I'd rather pluck chickens,or scoop up dog turds that were missedby their owners at the park. Gargantuan turds,in some cases, Great God, you can't imagine the hell of it, such a job.I would rather...rather...I would rather not. Wait, just wait, for the kink, for the kindness,lip sync love in all it's many colours,neutralize the negative,or high five the positive,quirks in the quicksandrelying on something, someone, somewhere, to tease out, tear away, coax fromunder the carapace of regret you crave. Very well. You've explained it all the way I knew you could. So much zeal, and I love it and fear it at once. §

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Okay, this is it. Where I can be found in cyberspace, should anyone be looking. In real space, I'm surrounded by mountains that often look purple. Mountains, as in those stoic granite guardians that rise above all the trials of the day, assuming your day has trials, and sooner or later, most of them do. This is where I talk about poetry, mostly. There's the occasional rant, for good measure. But no whining. Absolutely no whining.

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I've been interested in words ever since I can remember. I write poetry, a little prose, and publish chapbooks through my imprint, NIB Publishing. NIB stands for Nose in Book, where mine can usually be found.